[ She's had them for half a year, she should know what to do with them — and it is a little relieving to get a little further away from that guy. He hasn't done anything, not really, but there's something about him that leaves her feeling a little ill at ease. She's still willing to sit for these portraits (thought to herself as she sits, settling on the couch, tail sweeping in front of her scaled legs and her wings angling properly), still willing to talk, but still, there's something...
And with the story he tells... Yuzu's not sure how much stock to put into it. Her and her comrades from those connected universe, their memories all stop at different places at times, but then they remember... and knowing the Fog God will steal their memories as she pleases, amnesia is a lot easier to buy than time loops.
But then again, thirteen years...
Lost easily in thought, the direct question pulls her back out again. ]
Chosen? [ A beat, too long. ] Oh, you mean, why was I brought here? [ As opposed to— ] I guess... at first I thought I just ended up in the wrong place.
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And with the story he tells... Yuzu's not sure how much stock to put into it. Her and her comrades from those connected universe, their memories all stop at different places at times, but then they remember... and knowing the Fog God will steal their memories as she pleases, amnesia is a lot easier to buy than time loops.
But then again, thirteen years...
Lost easily in thought, the direct question pulls her back out again. ]
Chosen? [ A beat, too long. ] Oh, you mean, why was I brought here? [ As opposed to— ] I guess... at first I thought I just ended up in the wrong place.